A story of three generations, each story eerily similar and to top it off it was a grandmother, mother and daughter. Donna was 55 years old. She was physically fit and not a single gray could be seen in her golden blonde hair. Her eyes looked like deep blue pools and dimples adorned each side of her smile. She was average height, 5’5” and a very attractive size 8. She definitely could still wear a two piece swim suit if she so chose. She had 36D breasts and although if anyone had ever seen her naked they would swear they were implants because there was very little sag. Donna’s high school sweetheart was Bart. Both Bart and Donna were from very strict and religious families and the entire time they dated, had never done anything but kiss from time to time. Bart enlisted in the army right exotic out of high school and asked Donna to marry him before he left for basic training in 1984. They had a quick ceremony on Saturday, and consummated their marriage that evening and awoke early Sunday for church. Bart left first thing Monday morning for basic training, and on girl Wednesday night, two Army officer’s arrived at her parent’s home and explained there had been a training accident, and Bart had passed away. Understandably, Donna was crushed, her but this was just the beginning as three weeks later her parents were killed in a vehicle accident, and then she found out she was pregnant with Bart’s baby. On Christmas Day, Donna delivered a beautiful asian baby girl she named Rebecca after her mother. Rebecca, now 33 was the spitting image of her mother. Slightly taller, she had a runner’s build, very long muscular legs but was 34B breasts. Rebecca married on her 18th birthday, and her husband Todd enlisted in the Navy and left for Great Lakes Navy Training Facility outside Chicago. Rebecca and Todd had a short honeymoon prior to his departure where they unbeknownst them, they conceived a daughter, Allison who would be born nine months later. Todd spoke to Rebecca on the eve of his final training evaluation, an underwater demolition exercise the following day. They would then be off to Pensecola, Florida to begin their new life together. A scene way to familiar to Donna occurred the next day. A Navy chaplain accompanied another officer to inform Rebecca that Todd’s demolition team had perished in the training exercise. Apparently, someone set the detonation fuse to seconds instead of minutes and the detonation caused the death of all four team members. In early September, Allison joined the family, and Donna and Rebecca dedicated their entire lives to her upbringing. Due to the servicemen’s insurance for both Bart and Todd, plus social security benefits, neither lady ever worked outside of the house and had no friends or surviving relatives. japan The story ran on Allison’s 18th birthday, complete with a photo of the three generations of ladies. Each more beautiful than the one before, and by their own admission, a total of three sexual encounters among them (1 for Donna, 2 for Rebbeca). Derek’s mind went into hyper drive and he immediately researched the ladies, found out their address and immediately sat off to meet them. When he arrived at their homestead, he introduced himself and showed them the article in the newspaper. He said he was a Hollywood movie writer and director and wanted to convert their tragic life story into a movie. Initially, Donna wanted nothing do to with it but Derek assured her that there would be no “creative liberties” taken and as a matter of fact, japanese he wanted the three of them to accompany him back to Hollywood the following day, so they could oversee the writing of the script, the movie’s casting, and approve all scenes. I miss that magical time when Clint didn't have a harem. I let him in into my bedroom. girl She twisted back and forth, watching her pretty, panty-covered ass. The walls of my vagina had formed a seal around that first inch japanese of his manhood inside me. I could asian vividly imagine every ridge and vein adorning his shaft. By now her skirt was up around her waist and he marveled at her athletic thighs. “Damn sis…” I said to her as I opened the second drawer in her nightstand, “You have quite the stash here…” She looked down to see Maykop, crouched in the shadows at the base japan of the pedestal, his hands slowly creeping up her legs. I knew Tom was going to cum soon. I bit back exotic a reprimand, his father a powerful earl whose men-at-arms I would need to hold back the tide. "Soy mocha, two sugars, extra marshmallows?" I hadn’t realised that I would be tied down, but hey, it limits the amount of jerking that my body can do when do I cum. Tryi smirked back, any bitterness she may have still felt forgotten with her sated lusts, “What do you think?”